Ravishing Room Service (The Heavenli Hotel Collection)

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was going to have to chip in.
    She pulled her hair back into a low ponytail and went back on the floor. Part of being the manageress was that she occasionally had to roll up her shirtsleeves and pitch in wherever there was a need. She was good at it; she’d started waitressing when she was fifteen, after all. But dealing with the general public called for her to put on her chirpy helpful persona. She just felt exhausted, and wanted to barricade herself in her office and not deal with other people.
    That just wasn’t going to be possible.
    Back in the restaurant she showed people to their seats, took orders and kept things moving. She was dealing with people who were needed all over New York for high stakes business negotiations – they couldn’t be delayed. Efficiency was key.
    She got back to the pass as Hot Guy’s plate was dished up. She looked around to see if there was another server who could bring it over to his table.
    Everyone was busy. Shit. But even if he made her pulse race like a teenager, she wasn’t a fifteen year old waitress anymore. She had to be professional.
    She carried the plate over to his table and placed it in front of him. As she was doing so she looked at his face, and noticed that his gaze was fixed on the neck of her shirt. A glance down showed that the top two buttons of her shirt were opened, and bending over meant that the neckline had gaped revealing more than an acceptable amount of cleavage.
    She looked up and caught his eye. There was a glint of lust in his eye. It wasn’t just her who was affected, he liked what he saw too. She wondered how that chemistry would translate to the bedroom.
    But this was work. ‘Can I get you anything else?’ she asked.
    He gave her a hot look that made her feel like she was burning. ‘Not right now.’ There was a subtext to that, but she didn’t want to – couldn’t go there – right now.
    ‘Enjoy your meal,’ she said.
    She moved away and busied herself with serving other tables. She could feel his gaze on her, making her feel more self-conscious. Trying to keep her attention on her job when she was hyper aware of this beautiful man was difficult. Her heart rate hitched and she could feel herself moisten. When she glanced over at his table and saw it was empty she felt bereft, but relieved.
    She needed sex. She was starting to fantasize about her customers. She needed to get a grip.
     
    The next day she was on a late shift. She still wasn’t able to get the mystery man out of her head. She’d had errands to run all morning and she was sure that the people she’d been dealing with thought that she was insane. She was like a teenager. She saw good looking men all the time – why was he so different?
    While she was mooning over him like a teenager, her fantasies were far from adolescent. She kept imagining him being on top of her, riding her hard.
    It’d been a long time. Way too long.
    At eleven o clock the last diners were finishing up. Her mystery man hadn’t turned up. She was disappointed, she had worn her best suit and her highest heels, giving herself foot pain into the bargain.
    She went back into the office. She had a stack of paperwork that still hadn’t been touched, and she knew that she should get to it. It was the responsible thing to do. But she was fed up being responsible. Even when her personal life had gone crashing over the side of a cliff she still came into work, still was professional.
    When was the last time she had done something for herself?
    She knew who she would like to do for herself. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. She thought about mystery guy kissing her. She could feel herself moistening. She slid a hand down underneath the waistband of her skirt until she made contact with the lace of her panties. It felt so good, and she imagined what it would be like to have him touch her there.
    She circled her clitoris, increasing the pressure. She widened h er legs to get better access. She felt

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